Chapter 295 I Am ... a Watchman

"If you want these two knives, I'm afraid you have to use your head to exchange for them." Gerald's voice was calm. He curled his lips, revealing a disdainful smile.

His gaze at Raiden was filled with arrogance, disdain, and anger.

When Raiden heard Gerald's words and looked at Gerald in the eyes, he somehow felt goosebumps all over his body.

But a ruthless expression immediately flashed across his face. He grabbed Gerald by the neck and pressed him down on the chair. "Brat, you dare to fucking threaten me? I don't care how you got injured. Don't pretend to be ruthless in front of me. I'm clear about what kind of relatives Wesley has. If he's got a powerful relative, he would have come to me earlier. How do you fucking dare to threaten me? You're risking your neck!"

Gerald was almost strangled to death. The wound was painful.

But Gerald still wore a disdainful expression on his face.